The Power of Love
Chapter Eight
Co-written by Alicia Jennings and Trinity
~
Harry and Ron were sitting through yet another Divination class, suffocating becuase of the heavy fumes and smoke. Ron leaned over his crystal ball.
"It's what I've been saying for years.." he said, in a light, airy voice. "Lots of fog tonight." Harry snorted, then he looked into his crystal ball.
"Hmm..." He put on the "Trelawney" voice. "I forsee an equipment failure at a dry ice plant." Ron laughed, and Trelawney glared at them.
"Boys," she whispered, moving her hands in mystic motions, "If only you knew what I've forseen. Death, my dears..DEATH."
Ron rolled his eyes, and glanced at Harry. "Oh brother," he mouthed.
The rest of the class was uneventful, except for Parvati shrieking something along the lines of "The cows are going to kill me! The cows are going to kill me! They're coming!" Ron and Harry did another rolled-eyes exchange.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Trelawney dismissed the class. Unfortunately, Harry knocked over his crystal ball just as they were leaving, and it smashed into shards on the floor. Trelawney glared at them once more, and used her wand to wave a dustbin and broom towards the two. "Clean it up," she snapped, and dissappeared into the shadows.
"Jiiminy," muttered Ron. "Why d'you have to have the clumsiness?"
"Excuse me, but it's not as if I MEANT to make us late for Potions," Harry snapped. "Oh well. Never could see a thing out of this anyhow."
"We have Potions next?" Ron paled, and cursed. "I don't have my essay done." He cursed again. "Here comes Trelawney."
Professor Trelawney, sure enough, was re-entering from the shadows.
"Professor?" Harry said tentatively.
"We have it cleaned up." Ron narrowed his eyes. "Professor?"
"I've seen her like this before..." Harry said slowly. "Remember how I told you and Hermione that she'd gone into a real trance? In third year? She went all rigid, like that, and wouldn't respond to anything." He snapped his fingers before her face. "PROFESSOR!"
Still, Trelawney said nothing.
"Um, should I go get Madam Pomfrey?" Ron asked, looking nervous.
"THE DARK LORD HAS RISEN. HE SEEKS TO REPEAT HISTORY."
Harry's scar began to burn.
"THE DARK LORD WISHES TO DEFEAT HARRY POTTER. HE WILL DO SO BY SLOWLY ELIMINATING ALL HIS FRIENDS, BY EITHER SEDUCING THEM TO THE DARK SIDE, TAKING THEM PRISONER, OR MURDERING THEM."
Ron was pale, glancing at Professor Trelawney, and Harry.
"HIS PLAN STARTS TODAY. HE WILL BEGIN BY MURDERING HUNDREDS, AND TAKE VITAL PERSONS PRISONER. THE ACTIONS THAT TAKE PLACE COULD CHANGE HISTORY - FOREVER. SAVE ANNIE." Trelawney slumped over in a faint.
Ron took another glance at Trelawney's form, then at Harry clutching his scar. Then he ran for Dumbledore.
~
Annie soon found herself in the middle of a large courtyard in the center of a VERY large stone structure. She looked around, clutching her large suitcase.
"Miss Jensen! Miss Jensen!" A middle-aged woman in a uniform ran towards her. "Excuse me, you ARE Miss Jensen, aren't you?"
"Miss Paralee Cordelia Jensen at your service, madamosielle," said Annie, dropping a curtsy and showing off her French she'd learned while with Cecelia. "And you are...?"
"Professor Mary DiMaggio. Just call me Mary! Here, follow me to your quarters."
Annie listened to the woman as she gave a brief history of ISME. It had been founded by a wizard and his wife in the Middle Ages, hidden from prying Muggle eyes. The students were put in dorms by age and gender, and position in class (i.e. Presidente, Favorito, etc). Mary was very kind, Annie thought.
While walking through the halls, a boy (a first year, from what Annie could judge) went running down the hall right past them. "Hey! Non funzionare nei corridoi!" Mary yelled. "Oh, me. When will they learn?"
"Madam?" Annie asked tentatively. "I don't know Italian, so how am I going to teach?"
"Oh, I forgot!" said Mary, smiling. "All of our children know English. We teach it as a course here."
"Good," said Annie, breathing again. "When will I begin teaching, anyways?"
"Today," said Mary, grining broadly.
"Oh."
Mary laughed. "Here's your quarters. Your classroom is just across the hall. Oh, I must fit you with a uniform! Be back in a moment."
As Mary breezed out of the room, Annie looked at the lady's full skirts. *Uniform? Greeeat.*
~
Ron ran as fast as his long legs would carry him to Dumbledore's office. At the entrance, he froze, trying to remember the passord (A/N - he's a prefect, guys, surely he's been to Dumbledore's office). He began naming off candies from Honeydukes.
"Honeyduke's best chocolate. Um, blood pop? Butterbeer? Oh, that's not candy. Just let me in!" He kicked at the statue.
"Is there a problem, Weasley?" came a silky voice.
*No. Not now. ANYTIME but now,* thought Ron. "Yes, sir, I need to see Dumbledore."
"Surely it isn't a big enough problem to annoy the headmaster with? What sort of problems would happen to a Weasley?" Snape laughed. "Get down to my classroom. You have class in two minutes."
"IT ISN'T MY PROBLEM!" yelled Ron. "IT"S ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER, YOU INCONSIDERATE SCUMBAG! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ANNIE? TRELAWNEY JUST HAD A REAL PREDICTION! VOLDEMORT'S GOING TO GO AFTER HER TODAY!" Ron shook with rage.
Snape trembled, too. "Anna?" he croaked.
Ron let out his breath. "YES!"
"Chocolate drop," he said hurriedly to the statue, and he and Ron rushed to see Dumbledore.
~
Meanwhile, in Italy, Annie had no clue about the entire situation. She was currently examing herself in a long mirror, wrinkling her nose at the uniform. It was a dark navy blue full skirt, a white starched blouse, and a blue - and - white striped pinafore. "You'll also have to pin your hair up, I'm afraid," said Mary, eyeing Annie's curls.
*Why do I have to wear this stupid uniform? I'm not a full-time teacher, some of the students here are older than me, probably.* "Mary, if you don't mind me asking, why DO I have to wear this st - um, uniform?"
"Because the kids will look to you as an authority if you're wearing a teacher's uniform. If you came here in your clothes, you won't get as much respect. We've learned that the hard way."
*I still don't get it.* "Oh. Okay." Annie twisted her hair up. *Gosh, I look like Minny.* A few curls struggled free and framed her face. *No, unfortunately, I look more like my father. What I would give for Gabby's curly blonde hair....I've got the blue eyes, at least.* "Okay, do I look like a teacher NOW?"
Mary clapped her hands together in delight. "Yes you do! A true teacher at ISME."
*God, please help me....*
~
"Not good."
That was Dumbledore's reaction when Ron and Snape told him. "This is not good. Okay, Ron, I need you to go get Harry and Hermione. Severus, I need you to notify the Ministry."
Snape froze. "But - sir - my daughter -"
"You know that I would send you if I thought it was the right place for you. But it would be an endangerment to you and Annelise if Voldemort discovered you were a spy."
"But -"
Dumbledore had a bit of impatience in his voice. "Severus, if you know what's best for Annie, you'll haul tail down to London to notify Arthur Weasley of this attack."
Shoulders slumping in resignation, Snape retreated.
~
Annelise stood at the large teacher's podium, wishing to be anywhere else but in front of the Italian School of Magical Education fifth years.
"Um...." She paused, trying to think of anything to say. "My name is Miss Jensen, and I'll be your French and English Magical Law teacher for the next two weeks." The students just stared, and Annie groaned. "Gah, I just sounded so much like my old English teacher at Beauxbatons. Okay, just call me Miss Para if you want, Miss Jensen, whatever, just don't call me late for dinner. I'm a seventh year at Hogwarts, not a certified teacher. And I'm incredibly nervous."
From the back, Annie heard a boy whistle, and she blushed. "Thank you. Anyways, onto the magical law...why do you think it is important for us to understand international wizarding law?"
A girl in the front row (who reminded Annie of Hermione) raised her hand quickly.
"Your name, madamosielle?"
"Francesca DeMarco, Miss Jensen. It's important for us to learn about international laws for several reasons. One, so we can cooperate better with citizens of other countries. Two, so we can improve our wizarding government by following other countries' examples."
Annie smiled and nodded. "Very good answer, Madam DeMarco. Any other ideas?"
A boy with blue streaks in his hair shyly raised his hand. "It's Joseph Pike, Miss Jensen. Maybe we learn it so if we go to these places, we won't break the laws in those countries?"
"Very good, Joseph. The basis for this study is cooperation." She wrote the word on the board. "All of our kind need to cooperate to not only avoid discovery by Muggles, but also to avoid the Dark Side - also known as Voldemort and his jolly gang of Death Eaters."
The class shrieked at mention of Voldemort's name, and Annie groaned. "Aww, you pansies. Can't you handle a guy's name?"
"M - m - miss!" gasped Francesca, pure terror on her face.
"What? Geez, people, you need to get over this "You-know-who" and "He-who-must-not-be-named" business. Honestly, it's only a name." She stepped backwards toward the blackboard.
"B - but -" Francesca pointed toward the board, open-mouthed.
"Oh, no ifs, ands, or buts. Voldemort is just -" She ran into something standing behind her, and gasped as a white, spidery-like hand grasped her shoulder. Slowly, Annelise turned around.
"Hello, Miss Snape." Voldemort's eyes were glowing, and an evil grin was spreading across his misshapen face.
"Oh - holy - "
"IMPERIO!"
~
"The incantation to the Patronus charm is - Expecto Patronum!"
"Expecto Patronum!" the class chorused.
"Very good! Oh - " Sirius paused as Dumbledore stepped into the room. "Headmaster! We're just starting the Patronus Charm. Care to demonstrate?"
Dumbledore absentmindedly turned and shot a silver form out of his wand. "Sirius, I need a word with you outside."
"Yes, sir. Class, please try out the charm for a moment. I will be back in a moment." Sirius and Dumbledore stepped into the corridor outside the Defense classroom.
"Sirius, I will make this brief. Voldemort is planning an attack on I.S.M.E., trying to kidnap Annie."
"What the -"
"Shh! Listen to me! Her classroom is at the top of the northernmost tower at the building. At this moment, unless I'm very much mistaken, Annelise and Voldemort are probably dueling. So, I suggest that you grab a broom, Apparate there, and FLY her out of there."
Dumbledore needn't have spoken twice. Sirius was running down the hall, a Summoned broom in his hand.
~
Annie ducked the Imperius curse. "Stupefy!" She knew the effort was futile, but wanted to put up a fight.
Voldemort chuckled softly - it was a chilling sound. "Quite cute, Miss Snape." He stressed the last name. "Using spells you learned in third year at your French school?"
Annelise held her wand high. "Do you have any other CUTE comments, Monsieur Riddle?"
Voldemort's eyes hardened. "You're pushing it, Miss Snape."
"So are you, Monsieur Riddle."
"CRUCIO!"
Annie ducked again. "IMPEDIMENTA!"
"More third year spells? I would've thought better of a Snape."
"Oh, yeah? I wouldn't have expected a baby to defeat a Dark Lord like you, but Harry did, didn't he? Oh, did that hurt a little soft spot in you, Tom?" Annie stared him down. "Let the kids go."
As an answer, Voldemort pointed his wand at the door, which flew open. Not moving, Annie said, "Go on, class. Into the hall." By the sound of hurried footsteps, the students had obeyed. "What do you want with me, Riddle?"
"Your hand in marriage."
Annie was totally confused, but didn't show it. "I'd die first."
"Not to me, you insolent dolt. To Draco Malfoy."
"Like I said, dying - sounds - better, scumbag."
"IMPERIO!"
Annie crossed her arms. "Puh-leeze. Can't you do any better than that?" She raised her eyebrows, not believing who she was smarting off to.
Voldemort raised his wand. "Crucio!"
Annie didn't duck fast enough. There was a crash as the window broke, and Sirius flew through on a broom. "Annie!" He knocked Voldemort's wand out of his hand, and the tip broke off, showering them all with red sparks. The sparks set Voldemort's robes afire, and using the diversion, Sirius scooped up Annie and flew away.
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A Note from the Authors (well, mostly from Alicia) -
(okay, ALL from Alicia, because Trinity isn't here right now)
Ahem! Anyways, what did you think of Trinity and I teaming up for this chapter? I had a rather HORRID case of writer's block, and since Trinity is my BESTFRIENDSINCETHIRDGRADE, she gave me some ideas. :-) And she also helped me put my baby sister to sleep (she rocked the carseat, I sang). A friend just doesn't get any better than that!
Well peeps, guess what? I've been selected from my school choir to go sing with a group at a Texas Rangers' baseball game (the national anthem). It's kinda ironic, really - I don't even know which city the Rangers play for. Sad, eh?
I have a question for you all! One of my teachers thought it would be a good idea to get a world map, some tacks, and mark the places where my stories are being read. Only one problem - I have no idea where all of ya'll live! You don't have to tell me your real name, not even the name of your town, unless you want to. Just tell me the name of the country you live in, and if you feel comfortable, the state or province. PLEASE participate. I promise I'm not a kidlapper, in the words of my cousin. :-)
LOVE TO YOU ALL!!!!! Really, I do love ya'll. Oh, and I'm going to quit writing fanfiction.
APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! er, one day late. I wrote this on April Fool's Day, but Fanfiction.net was being a witch and wouldn't let me on. Bye!
Love, Alicia
Chapter Eight
Co-written by Alicia Jennings and Trinity
~
Harry and Ron were sitting through yet another Divination class, suffocating becuase of the heavy fumes and smoke. Ron leaned over his crystal ball.
"It's what I've been saying for years.." he said, in a light, airy voice. "Lots of fog tonight." Harry snorted, then he looked into his crystal ball.
"Hmm..." He put on the "Trelawney" voice. "I forsee an equipment failure at a dry ice plant." Ron laughed, and Trelawney glared at them.
"Boys," she whispered, moving her hands in mystic motions, "If only you knew what I've forseen. Death, my dears..DEATH."
Ron rolled his eyes, and glanced at Harry. "Oh brother," he mouthed.
The rest of the class was uneventful, except for Parvati shrieking something along the lines of "The cows are going to kill me! The cows are going to kill me! They're coming!" Ron and Harry did another rolled-eyes exchange.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Trelawney dismissed the class. Unfortunately, Harry knocked over his crystal ball just as they were leaving, and it smashed into shards on the floor. Trelawney glared at them once more, and used her wand to wave a dustbin and broom towards the two. "Clean it up," she snapped, and dissappeared into the shadows.
"Jiiminy," muttered Ron. "Why d'you have to have the clumsiness?"
"Excuse me, but it's not as if I MEANT to make us late for Potions," Harry snapped. "Oh well. Never could see a thing out of this anyhow."
"We have Potions next?" Ron paled, and cursed. "I don't have my essay done." He cursed again. "Here comes Trelawney."
Professor Trelawney, sure enough, was re-entering from the shadows.
"Professor?" Harry said tentatively.
"We have it cleaned up." Ron narrowed his eyes. "Professor?"
"I've seen her like this before..." Harry said slowly. "Remember how I told you and Hermione that she'd gone into a real trance? In third year? She went all rigid, like that, and wouldn't respond to anything." He snapped his fingers before her face. "PROFESSOR!"
Still, Trelawney said nothing.
"Um, should I go get Madam Pomfrey?" Ron asked, looking nervous.
"THE DARK LORD HAS RISEN. HE SEEKS TO REPEAT HISTORY."
Harry's scar began to burn.
"THE DARK LORD WISHES TO DEFEAT HARRY POTTER. HE WILL DO SO BY SLOWLY ELIMINATING ALL HIS FRIENDS, BY EITHER SEDUCING THEM TO THE DARK SIDE, TAKING THEM PRISONER, OR MURDERING THEM."
Ron was pale, glancing at Professor Trelawney, and Harry.
"HIS PLAN STARTS TODAY. HE WILL BEGIN BY MURDERING HUNDREDS, AND TAKE VITAL PERSONS PRISONER. THE ACTIONS THAT TAKE PLACE COULD CHANGE HISTORY - FOREVER. SAVE ANNIE." Trelawney slumped over in a faint.
Ron took another glance at Trelawney's form, then at Harry clutching his scar. Then he ran for Dumbledore.
~
Annie soon found herself in the middle of a large courtyard in the center of a VERY large stone structure. She looked around, clutching her large suitcase.
"Miss Jensen! Miss Jensen!" A middle-aged woman in a uniform ran towards her. "Excuse me, you ARE Miss Jensen, aren't you?"
"Miss Paralee Cordelia Jensen at your service, madamosielle," said Annie, dropping a curtsy and showing off her French she'd learned while with Cecelia. "And you are...?"
"Professor Mary DiMaggio. Just call me Mary! Here, follow me to your quarters."
Annie listened to the woman as she gave a brief history of ISME. It had been founded by a wizard and his wife in the Middle Ages, hidden from prying Muggle eyes. The students were put in dorms by age and gender, and position in class (i.e. Presidente, Favorito, etc). Mary was very kind, Annie thought.
While walking through the halls, a boy (a first year, from what Annie could judge) went running down the hall right past them. "Hey! Non funzionare nei corridoi!" Mary yelled. "Oh, me. When will they learn?"
"Madam?" Annie asked tentatively. "I don't know Italian, so how am I going to teach?"
"Oh, I forgot!" said Mary, smiling. "All of our children know English. We teach it as a course here."
"Good," said Annie, breathing again. "When will I begin teaching, anyways?"
"Today," said Mary, grining broadly.
"Oh."
Mary laughed. "Here's your quarters. Your classroom is just across the hall. Oh, I must fit you with a uniform! Be back in a moment."
As Mary breezed out of the room, Annie looked at the lady's full skirts. *Uniform? Greeeat.*
~
Ron ran as fast as his long legs would carry him to Dumbledore's office. At the entrance, he froze, trying to remember the passord (A/N - he's a prefect, guys, surely he's been to Dumbledore's office). He began naming off candies from Honeydukes.
"Honeyduke's best chocolate. Um, blood pop? Butterbeer? Oh, that's not candy. Just let me in!" He kicked at the statue.
"Is there a problem, Weasley?" came a silky voice.
*No. Not now. ANYTIME but now,* thought Ron. "Yes, sir, I need to see Dumbledore."
"Surely it isn't a big enough problem to annoy the headmaster with? What sort of problems would happen to a Weasley?" Snape laughed. "Get down to my classroom. You have class in two minutes."
"IT ISN'T MY PROBLEM!" yelled Ron. "IT"S ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER, YOU INCONSIDERATE SCUMBAG! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ANNIE? TRELAWNEY JUST HAD A REAL PREDICTION! VOLDEMORT'S GOING TO GO AFTER HER TODAY!" Ron shook with rage.
Snape trembled, too. "Anna?" he croaked.
Ron let out his breath. "YES!"
"Chocolate drop," he said hurriedly to the statue, and he and Ron rushed to see Dumbledore.
~
Meanwhile, in Italy, Annie had no clue about the entire situation. She was currently examing herself in a long mirror, wrinkling her nose at the uniform. It was a dark navy blue full skirt, a white starched blouse, and a blue - and - white striped pinafore. "You'll also have to pin your hair up, I'm afraid," said Mary, eyeing Annie's curls.
*Why do I have to wear this stupid uniform? I'm not a full-time teacher, some of the students here are older than me, probably.* "Mary, if you don't mind me asking, why DO I have to wear this st - um, uniform?"
"Because the kids will look to you as an authority if you're wearing a teacher's uniform. If you came here in your clothes, you won't get as much respect. We've learned that the hard way."
*I still don't get it.* "Oh. Okay." Annie twisted her hair up. *Gosh, I look like Minny.* A few curls struggled free and framed her face. *No, unfortunately, I look more like my father. What I would give for Gabby's curly blonde hair....I've got the blue eyes, at least.* "Okay, do I look like a teacher NOW?"
Mary clapped her hands together in delight. "Yes you do! A true teacher at ISME."
*God, please help me....*
~
"Not good."
That was Dumbledore's reaction when Ron and Snape told him. "This is not good. Okay, Ron, I need you to go get Harry and Hermione. Severus, I need you to notify the Ministry."
Snape froze. "But - sir - my daughter -"
"You know that I would send you if I thought it was the right place for you. But it would be an endangerment to you and Annelise if Voldemort discovered you were a spy."
"But -"
Dumbledore had a bit of impatience in his voice. "Severus, if you know what's best for Annie, you'll haul tail down to London to notify Arthur Weasley of this attack."
Shoulders slumping in resignation, Snape retreated.
~
Annelise stood at the large teacher's podium, wishing to be anywhere else but in front of the Italian School of Magical Education fifth years.
"Um...." She paused, trying to think of anything to say. "My name is Miss Jensen, and I'll be your French and English Magical Law teacher for the next two weeks." The students just stared, and Annie groaned. "Gah, I just sounded so much like my old English teacher at Beauxbatons. Okay, just call me Miss Para if you want, Miss Jensen, whatever, just don't call me late for dinner. I'm a seventh year at Hogwarts, not a certified teacher. And I'm incredibly nervous."
From the back, Annie heard a boy whistle, and she blushed. "Thank you. Anyways, onto the magical law...why do you think it is important for us to understand international wizarding law?"
A girl in the front row (who reminded Annie of Hermione) raised her hand quickly.
"Your name, madamosielle?"
"Francesca DeMarco, Miss Jensen. It's important for us to learn about international laws for several reasons. One, so we can cooperate better with citizens of other countries. Two, so we can improve our wizarding government by following other countries' examples."
Annie smiled and nodded. "Very good answer, Madam DeMarco. Any other ideas?"
A boy with blue streaks in his hair shyly raised his hand. "It's Joseph Pike, Miss Jensen. Maybe we learn it so if we go to these places, we won't break the laws in those countries?"
"Very good, Joseph. The basis for this study is cooperation." She wrote the word on the board. "All of our kind need to cooperate to not only avoid discovery by Muggles, but also to avoid the Dark Side - also known as Voldemort and his jolly gang of Death Eaters."
The class shrieked at mention of Voldemort's name, and Annie groaned. "Aww, you pansies. Can't you handle a guy's name?"
"M - m - miss!" gasped Francesca, pure terror on her face.
"What? Geez, people, you need to get over this "You-know-who" and "He-who-must-not-be-named" business. Honestly, it's only a name." She stepped backwards toward the blackboard.
"B - but -" Francesca pointed toward the board, open-mouthed.
"Oh, no ifs, ands, or buts. Voldemort is just -" She ran into something standing behind her, and gasped as a white, spidery-like hand grasped her shoulder. Slowly, Annelise turned around.
"Hello, Miss Snape." Voldemort's eyes were glowing, and an evil grin was spreading across his misshapen face.
"Oh - holy - "
"IMPERIO!"
~
"The incantation to the Patronus charm is - Expecto Patronum!"
"Expecto Patronum!" the class chorused.
"Very good! Oh - " Sirius paused as Dumbledore stepped into the room. "Headmaster! We're just starting the Patronus Charm. Care to demonstrate?"
Dumbledore absentmindedly turned and shot a silver form out of his wand. "Sirius, I need a word with you outside."
"Yes, sir. Class, please try out the charm for a moment. I will be back in a moment." Sirius and Dumbledore stepped into the corridor outside the Defense classroom.
"Sirius, I will make this brief. Voldemort is planning an attack on I.S.M.E., trying to kidnap Annie."
"What the -"
"Shh! Listen to me! Her classroom is at the top of the northernmost tower at the building. At this moment, unless I'm very much mistaken, Annelise and Voldemort are probably dueling. So, I suggest that you grab a broom, Apparate there, and FLY her out of there."
Dumbledore needn't have spoken twice. Sirius was running down the hall, a Summoned broom in his hand.
~
Annie ducked the Imperius curse. "Stupefy!" She knew the effort was futile, but wanted to put up a fight.
Voldemort chuckled softly - it was a chilling sound. "Quite cute, Miss Snape." He stressed the last name. "Using spells you learned in third year at your French school?"
Annelise held her wand high. "Do you have any other CUTE comments, Monsieur Riddle?"
Voldemort's eyes hardened. "You're pushing it, Miss Snape."
"So are you, Monsieur Riddle."
"CRUCIO!"
Annie ducked again. "IMPEDIMENTA!"
"More third year spells? I would've thought better of a Snape."
"Oh, yeah? I wouldn't have expected a baby to defeat a Dark Lord like you, but Harry did, didn't he? Oh, did that hurt a little soft spot in you, Tom?" Annie stared him down. "Let the kids go."
As an answer, Voldemort pointed his wand at the door, which flew open. Not moving, Annie said, "Go on, class. Into the hall." By the sound of hurried footsteps, the students had obeyed. "What do you want with me, Riddle?"
"Your hand in marriage."
Annie was totally confused, but didn't show it. "I'd die first."
"Not to me, you insolent dolt. To Draco Malfoy."
"Like I said, dying - sounds - better, scumbag."
"IMPERIO!"
Annie crossed her arms. "Puh-leeze. Can't you do any better than that?" She raised her eyebrows, not believing who she was smarting off to.
Voldemort raised his wand. "Crucio!"
Annie didn't duck fast enough. There was a crash as the window broke, and Sirius flew through on a broom. "Annie!" He knocked Voldemort's wand out of his hand, and the tip broke off, showering them all with red sparks. The sparks set Voldemort's robes afire, and using the diversion, Sirius scooped up Annie and flew away.
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A Note from the Authors (well, mostly from Alicia) -
(okay, ALL from Alicia, because Trinity isn't here right now)
Ahem! Anyways, what did you think of Trinity and I teaming up for this chapter? I had a rather HORRID case of writer's block, and since Trinity is my BESTFRIENDSINCETHIRDGRADE, she gave me some ideas. :-) And she also helped me put my baby sister to sleep (she rocked the carseat, I sang). A friend just doesn't get any better than that!
Well peeps, guess what? I've been selected from my school choir to go sing with a group at a Texas Rangers' baseball game (the national anthem). It's kinda ironic, really - I don't even know which city the Rangers play for. Sad, eh?
I have a question for you all! One of my teachers thought it would be a good idea to get a world map, some tacks, and mark the places where my stories are being read. Only one problem - I have no idea where all of ya'll live! You don't have to tell me your real name, not even the name of your town, unless you want to. Just tell me the name of the country you live in, and if you feel comfortable, the state or province. PLEASE participate. I promise I'm not a kidlapper, in the words of my cousin. :-)
LOVE TO YOU ALL!!!!! Really, I do love ya'll. Oh, and I'm going to quit writing fanfiction.
APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! er, one day late. I wrote this on April Fool's Day, but Fanfiction.net was being a witch and wouldn't let me on. Bye!
Love, Alicia
